People, please

let's cut back on our use of the word "decimate".

Sight of the day

Two grown men walking down the street, leaning on each other, holding hands. I bet you ten bucks they were straight.

Three cheers for public displays of affection.

I have left the garden and its incredible adjacent soup stand. I've traded it for a room with a balcony and comforting street noise. The soup on this block is just ok, but the Vietnamese rice pancakes? Fantastic.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee."

John Donne
Devotions upon
Emergent Occasions, no. 17
(Meditation)
1624 (published)